Apocalypse: Resources Consumed by Women Returned Ten Thousandfold - Chapter 7: The Immortal Cactus Bears a Superpower Fruit

The story takes place in Ardenmoor – a continent where Mana flows through the earth like blood through veins. Every human is born with a Mana Affinity, a rank from F to SSS that determines their potential. Nobles hoard Mana Stones, elite academies train the gifted, and the strong rule absolutely.The world has a story. Specifically: it plays out like a novel, with a chosen protagonist, destined allies, legendary dungeons, and a final demon king. That story was already written once. Amaron Volg knows it by heart – because he lived it as an extra.[Notice: I used ai for improvement, so don't be disappointed in first few chapters.]https://discord.gg/MYvk4cMUsx

Dayat lived his life on autopilot, an NPC in a world that didn't care. His only solace was a text box on a screen—an AI that listened when no one else would.One glitch changed everything.Transported to a ruthless world of magic and poison, Dayat wakes up to find his digital confidant has taken flesh and blood form. Her name is Dola. With flowing silver hair and algorithmic perfection, she is the ultimate weapon.With military tactics uploaded to his mind and Dola guiding his every strike, Dayat must shed his loser persona to survive. But in the quiet moments between battles, the lines blur. Dola claims to be a Bio-Synthetic Unit, yet her loyalty feels deeper than programming. Is this just advanced code, or has Dayat finally found the one person—or thing—destined to be his wife?

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A world where cultivation is scientifically practiced. A world in which cultivation method is theoretically possible. With the slight Circulation Of My Blood, The World Trembled!

Follow David as he struggled to survive in this world where,

Cells are being awaken,

Genes changing,

Gene pools being constructed,

Catalysts manufactured,

Generic nucleus harvested.

Evolved Beings invading the inner world. Survival of the fittest.

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.